A massage chair that I haven't used in 7 or more years, journals of my old relationships, supplies for a now defunct business, half-assed craft projects, art I have deemed not worthy of hanging, this is only a partial inventory of the basement at my office (my former home). Now, by nature I am a purger, I have been banned from many a moving party for my suggestions of just pitching things instead of moving them. But I also have my blind spots, things that I believe will be "useful" in the future, crafts I plan to finish. I also have a terrible time letting go of art, whether I love it or hate it.

A couple of years ago I moved out of my home and it became strictly my office. I spend less and less time there when I am not with clients, and as a result the basement and the garage (the only parts of the house clients don't have access to) have become the repository for "everything I don't want to look at right now." Which it turns out, is a lot of stuff...

This spring I cleaned out the garage as a result of moving the last of my personal items out of the office. I had the best of intentions of cleaning out the basement, but I found a multitude of reasons that I was too busy. That finally came to an end yesterday, although I have to admit that when I arrived at the office I was tempted to take a nap instead. I threw away old journals that I had hung onto for so long as they were beautiful and I was afraid I would forget things that had happened. Turns out, I only seem to journal regularly when I am in a bad place emotionally, I really don't care to hold onto that.

I got rid of camping gear that I haven't used in years, papers and art, and craft supplies, old stock that never sold. I vacuumed up cobwebs and dirt, and old broken glass. It is amazing how different it feels throughout the entire house. I am grateful to be on the other side of this project, and to feel the relief of no longer holding on to the past.